Endless loop of madness - William afton X reader

40 - Who

(Did changed it being Who is he, because I realised after reading and getting ideas of how I can expand the idea and I kinda like the loop they are in, I got back in the flow, I hated how I left off. Got 4+ chapters written.)

(Y/n)'s POV

Before me was shimmering lights glaring in front of me, my body still as a bored, my lips dry, as I fry everything. Nips and jabs into my flesh, a lot of pressure on my body with tingling pain sensation all over. I struggled to move, bounded down by the weight of my own body, trapping in this state of wakefulness and not.

I tried to speak but couldn't, tried to scream, yell. Anything. I even tried to lash out, while I felt this weightiness pressed on lower torso, feeling agonising sensation that spread across my body, but yet I couldn't react to anything. Blurry colours formed figures crowded around my limp and heavy body, as this blinding light glared down.

I was pulled into darkness once more, where I screamed and fought back these hands that touch and dragged down me down, deeper and deeper. Into darkness as memories that weren't mine, or maybe they were dreams, weird ones flew past me with as I dropped into brightness.

Dropped into a room, I watched myself, in their person. Me without me living these lives. I didn't remember. I didn't remember anything much, other than this nagging buzzing feeling within my skin, a headache of memories that I can't seem to understand yet I see them, as I drift downwards into them.

Familiarity was odd there, and dreams pass me by like memories trying to be the most important memory to be see, while I felt broken. My mind incapable to defend itself from these feelings, thoughts and everything buzzing around me. Unwanted memories, torturing me through this agonising feeling, that dulled the further I went into my memories.

"Can I ask you something?" I watched myself pour coffee into 2 mugs, humming within in the sunlight that sprung through the window of this small dorm room meant for 2 people. Dressed in only a cute vest and adorable shorts. Even in minimum clothing, I was stunning without trying. How do I do it? "Why did you even agree? What do you getting out of this?" I placed on mug near William, kissing his cheek.

"Poorly made coffee, Clearly." William rolled his eyes, working on something for uni at his desk, which sat next to another desk. Henry's.

His desk, a mess with uni work before him, pens messily laying around and other stuff like my things that I put there and he hasn't told me to get rid of. I doubt he would, keeping them at the other side of his desk, with this broken picture frame holding a family photo of him and his sisters, the glass had been shattered.

I remember breaking this and I told William, about that dream and he was weird about but shoved it off as a dream. Was this a distant continuation?

"You haven't tasted this one yet." As if it would be any different to the last one.

William sat up properly and grabbed the mug, side eyeing me. He kept his composure as took a sip of it. He was younger, fresh faced and had the glimmer of life in his eyes. a bright future. Oddly familiar but I never saw this and I doubt future loops him would be so bright eyed with naïvety to him. He didn't  have long tired, done and almost lost in his own madness look to him.

How was this younger him seem so different? He was relaxed with a different way of speaking as if he wasn't as careful as he normally was with his words. Just an even more boring and average man that so excited and full of ideas. He didn't seem like the type to become how I knew him as.

Though, I can't help but wonder why couldn't I get this William? This William didn't kill me at the first chance he got when he felt like it. You help a helpless man and he'd kill you, twice, and while also making you feel like maybe there more to what we have, also betrayed your trust. I was stuck with the worse version of him. If only we met sooner, maybe my life wouldn't be cut short so often. I frowned.